He sat atop

And I on the ground.

Toys sprayed like endless blessing around.

I have always been lucky.

Content succumb me like a second skin

His presence felt like the taste of eternity.

Who sees God and turns away?

Only a child leaning how to crawl.

I guess I thought I was confident to walk.

My prayers remains that I turn around.

Most importantly, find the right path.

Deep down I will always be a child.

His daughter, that he plays with.